Sharon Kendrick - Back In The Boss's Bed

DEAR READER LETTER

By Sharon Kendrick

Dear Reader Dear Reader About the Author Title Page CHAPTER ONE CHAPTER TWO CHAPTER THREE CHAPTER FOUR CHAPTER FIVE CHAPTER SIX CHAPTER SEVEN CHAPTER EIGHT CHAPTER NINE CHAPTER TEN CHAPTER ELEVEN CHAPTER TWELVE CHAPTER THIRTEEN CHAPTER FOURTEEN EPILOGUE Copyright ,

One hundred. Doesn’t matter how many times I say it, I still can’t believe that’s how many books I’ve written. It’s a fabulous feeling but more fabulous still is the news that Mills & Boon are issuing every single one of my backlist as digital titles. Wow. I can’t wait to share all my stories with you - which are as vivid to me now as when I wrote them.

There’s BOUGHT FOR HER HUSBAND, with its outrageously macho Greek hero and A SCANDAL, A SECRET AND A BABY featuring a very sexy Tuscan. THE SHEIKH’S HEIR proved so popular with readers that it spent two weeks on the USA Today charts and…well, I could go on, but I’ll leave you to discover them for yourselves.

I remember the first line of my very first book: “So you’ve come to Australia looking for a husband?” Actually, the heroine had gone to Australia escape men, but guess what? She found a husband all the same! The man who inspired that book rang me up recently and when I told him I was beginning my 100th story and couldn’t decide what to write, he said, “Why don’t you go back to where it all started?”

So I did. And that’s how A ROYAL VOW OF CONVENIENCE was born. It opens in beautiful Queensland and moves to England and New York. It’s about a runaway princess and the enigmatic billionaire who is infuriated by her, yet who winds up rescuing her. But then, she goes and rescues him… Wouldn’t you know it?

I’ll end by saying how very grateful I am to have a career I love, and to thank each and every one of you who has supported me along the way. You really are very dear readers.

Love,

Sharon xxx

“You make me sound like a machine,” he said, and a note of something like bitterness crept into his voice.

Kiloran’s voice softened. “You’re no machine, Adam—I can assure you of that.” She drew a deep breath, because this kind of thing wasn’t easy to say, out cold, to a man who technically was your lover but who didn’t remember a thing about you. “You’re a warm, giving lover.” She swallowed. “The best lover I’ve ever had…”

Mills & Boon are proud to present a thrilling digital collection of all Sharon Kendrick’s novels and novellas for us to celebrate the publication of her amazing and awesome 100th book! Sharon is known worldwide for her likeable, spirited heroines and her gorgeous, utterly masculine heroes.

SHARON KENDRICKonce won a national writing competition, describing her ideal date: being flown to an exotic island by a gorgeous and powerful man. Little did she realise that she’d just wandered into her dream job! Today she writes for Mills & Boon, featuring her often stubborn but always to-die-for heroes and the women who bring them to their knees. She believes that the best books are those you never want to end. Just like life…

Getting down to business

in the boardroom…and the bedroom!

A secret romance, a forbidden affair, a thrilling attraction…

What happens when two people work together and simply can’t help falling in love—no matter how hard they try to resist?

Find out in our series of stories set against working backgrounds.

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Back in the Boss’s Bed by Sharon Kendrick

Hotshot businessman Adam Black is Kiloran’s new boss—and the most devastatingly attractive man she has ever met. It isn’t long before he’s made love to her, but he won’t let her close.Then an accident leaves Adam with memory loss, and he must depend on Kiloran to nurse him back to health….

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Cover

Dear Reader

About the Author

Title Page

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

EPILOGUE

Copyright

ADAM BLACK’S grey eyes glittered like sunlight on a wintry sea. ‘So, Vaughn?’ he questioned softly.

From his wheelchair, the old man looked up at the tall, dark man who dominated the room. ‘I hate asking anyone for favours!’ he rasped. ‘Even you.’

‘And I hate granting them,’ said Adam, his hard mouth relaxing by just a fraction as he acknowledged the old man’s indomitable character, recognising in him something of himself. ‘But in your case, I’ll make an exception. What’s up?’

There was a pause. ‘You remember my granddaughter?’ Vaughn demanded. ‘Kiloran? She’s been running the business—only she’s come up against problems. Big problems.’

Kiloran? Adam let his memory stray back, then back further still, and a fleeting image of a green-eyed girl in pigtails flitted in and out of his mind. A little princess of a girl, despite the pigtails and the grubby jeans. But the Laceys had been rich, as rich as Adam had been poor—and the power of money had clung to her like a second skin.

‘Yeah, I remember her. Vaguely.’ He frowned. ‘Though she would have just been a kid at the time. Nine—ten maybe.’

‘That was a long time ago. She’s not a kid anymore. She’s twenty-six, and a woman now. Kiloran is my daughter’s child,’ added Vaughn, his eyes half closed with reminiscence. ‘You must remember her mother. Everyone remembers Eleanor.’

Adam stilled.

Oh, yes. This particular memory snapped into crystal-sharp focus. He had locked it away, as he’d locked so many things away over the years, but Vaughn’s words were the key to the door, and now it swung open. ‘Yes, I remember Eleanor,’ he said slowly.

It had been every teenage boy’s fantasy, except maybe his.

He had been eighteen, all long legs and muscle—strong as an ox and tanned as a berry. The summer had been hot—too hot to load boxes all day, but that had been his job, his way out of the dark tunnel his life had become. God, it seemed so long ago.